$i' "Þ i' I { }i, :.: ,: ,,'> * . "}h$ ,> l. = . ., .. *,..,>..", "::"':'..-. ":-"::::::::::;:.. . ". . ::::::::::. m ' 4;?:;;; , p 8 thing from the Capi- tol T he a tr e-the words of a song Mor- ton Downey sang when his baby was born: "Twilight finds me dreaming In the quiet of the . h " nIg t . . . C;oes on to say that as a surprise to Mr. Downey the T ele- phone Company in- stalled a direct wire from Mrs. Downey's room in the hospital to the Capitol switch- board. Query: how does it feel to drearn at twilight, with a di- rect wire to the hos- pital? And another memo. Patriotic lady called up to complain about Arnold Con- stable ad vertising French products now that France has de- faulted her d bt pay- ment. Whoosh-sht! There g 0 e s every- thing, there goes the works! Come on, charlady, it's all yours. And a Merry Christmas to you, Madam. 3 :.i/aI< , >.%. ":\ "Í1 :"'i,j:\., "} ',::::): /,:.% ; : ; 'i \.'4: .:' t1t.;:T Advice T HERE was some sort of public dinner going on the other night at the Pennsylvania Hotel-keyhole-saw makers' convention, or one of those things. Anyway, a course dinner. One of the lady guests passed up the fish course, much to her waiter's surprise. "You know, you need the iodine, Madam," he said. Those were his words. Reductio ad Blanshard M R. PAUL BLANSHARD, head of the City Affairs Committee and co-author with Norman Thomas of "What's the Matter with New York? ," paused in his civic research the other day to conduct a slight personal investigation. He went into a bookstore and picked up a copy of "What's the Matter?" "How's this book selling?" he inquired of a salesgirl, trying to appear casually Interested. "Very well," she replied, smiling wisely. "You're Mr. Blanshard, aren't you?" she asked. . -...;. . .':". -:.: y.:..... ,g1"þ. !$H ,y '-- ' f rûlfff!jj;,!"j, L ....:..:.:.::....:...:--.:.....:.:...:....-:.....:.......;. ;,...:.....:. .." ..:';' x. <;. [ft\ .. """ \ ::;1 rJ(:: > J' .; :: , '" . ".,. . (...;.:..... .....-:.:.:.. .:...:.... t :.r _{ m ..... jij . . Mr. Blanshard was both pleased and surprised. "Yes. But how did you know me?" he demanded. "Well," said the lady simply, "you aren't Nor- man Thomas." Ray P ROFESSOR MOLEY calls Roosevelt C;overnor, and the governor calls the professor Ray . You know who Moley is - economic adviser, fact- finder, etc., for the President-elect. Smart editorial-writers hint that he will be the I\t1ind Behind the White House, a second Colonel House. He first came into notice last April, when he was preparing data for Roosevelt.. Another professor at Columbia, Dr. Rogers, handed Moley some stuff he had dug up on the t riff, which he thought the Democratic stumpers might use. Moley sent it to Roosevelt, who used it; but Rogers had sent a copy to Al Smith, and he used it too. Smith used it a few days before Roosevelt did and came off better. Shows where Presidents get their ideas and figures. Professor M oley teaches Public Law, although he isn't a lawyer, at Columbia and to the girls at Barnard. He's been doing it ten years almost. He DECEMDEI\ 2. 4-, I' 32. worked twenty hours a day while the campaign was on. He was al- ways at Roosevelt's side, in Pullmans, din- ing-rooms, trainsheds, looking up agricultural and public-utilities facts in big books. At that, he missed only a fifth of his classes. Some- times he would rush back to New York, lecture to his pupils, catch the next train out for wherever Roosevelt was. He missed a solid week, however, when he went with Roosevelt to call on Hoover that famous time. Dr. Moley is forty- six, and looks older than in those rotogra- vure pictures. He has a wife and twin sons, aged eight. They rare- ly know where he is now. In addition to his many engagements, he takes long walks, gets to thinking, forgets about tea or dinner. He smokes a lot, walking or talking-more than two packs a day. An agent of ours attended one of his lectures at Barnard, sat among seventy-five young ladies, who listened attentively. It was Moley's hour on "Government." (He also gives "Ad- ministration of Justice" and "Law and I ts Enforcement.") One girl, in a brown hat, gave up after a few mo- ments and took to reading the Saturday Evening Post. The others made copious notes and giggled dutifully at Professor Moley's touches of humor. They laughed at "The prohibition experi- ment was based on insufficient knowl- edge,." which wasn't intended as a sally, probably. They also laughed at this, which our reporter didn't catch fully: "When you over-simplify, you get dogmatic; when you get dogmatic, you get [inaudible]; when you. get [in- audible], you are a public nuisance." Moley has a rich, quiet voice, shaggy black eyebrows, and a prominent nose. He uses his left arm a lot for gestures. I-Ie was born in Berea, 0 hio, which he describes as "twenty-five hundred po- pulation." He got his A.B. at Baldwin- Wallace, his M.A. at Oberlin, and his Ph.D. at Columbia. Between his A.B. and M.A., he was superIntendent of t& è;+ :.: t: